RED

Fury trumps all of the sense,

Killer instinct is all that remains.

Crimson the colour of hatred,

blood the liquid form of pain.

A release is needed,

that modern times do not allow.

The Surface of the sun,

has no compassion or sensitivity .

How your viewpoint spins,

negativity brings pleasure now.

Forego the pleasantry ,

embrace the enmity.

by Sheriff Ogundare